Post by sue on Jul 16, 2011 2:59:58 GMT -5
you're my brand of heroin ,
Sue Uley Clearwater
"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~
Sue Uley Clearwater
"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~
character full name: Sue Uley Clearwater
alias: Sue
age: Thirty-nine
birthday: April 17, 1969
affiliation: Quileute tribe
status: Human
"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~
~Isabella Swan~
eyes: Brown and almond-shaped
hair: Brunette and wavy
height: 5' 2"
weight: 108 lbs.
distinguishing features: Her ever-present smile
general appearance: What, exactly, is so damn interesting about something that sits atop everyone's head? She didn't understand it. If there is one thing she will never be, it will be one of those airheads making everything about her hair. Who cares if it gets wet? It's always been the same with her; long, brunette, boring. She hasn't changed it. What's the point? It is healthy enough to style, easy enough to look decent during her off-days. Exciting. She is most definitely not the type for her hair to be the most interesting feature of her appearance.
Everyone has eyes, too. You look out of them. Why in the hell would anyone spend half an hour putting colors around them to make them stand out? It's not like anything else on your face will advert the attention from the eyes. Not that she doesn't think her's are prettier than most. Soon after her birth, her darling baby blues shuffled forward into the dark brown that they are today. If there was the one interesting thing of her appearance, it would be her eyes. Just like everyone else, right? Right. People like their glassy, almost crystal-like surface. Everyone else just likes looking at them. What is she thinking? People, your eyes aren't going to tell you.
Tiny, small, petite...calling her fairy-like is crossing the line. It doesn't take a genius to guess that she is light of build. Her entire life, in fact, she has been the vertically challenged one. She was growing just fine until about her mid-teens, when she simply stopped. Of course, everyone else in her family was towering with long, lean bodies. Not her. All her life, she had never been the emaciated waste of a human being. And she likes it that way, thank-you. With a healthy hip-to-waist ratio and a fat percentage hovering quite a bit above negative fifty and her physique is nothing to talk about. She is a smaller version of an average-sized thirty-nine year-old female. She's proportioned, with curves in all the right places - everything is just smaller on her, although I wouldn't advise that you underestimate her.
"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~
~Alice Cullen~
likes:
- Cooking
- Soft music
- Her children
- Serving her tribe
- Being near Charlie
- Watching television
- Exercising
- Shopping for clothing
- Reading
- Dim lighting
dislikes:
- Abrasive sounds
- Disrespect
- Ignorance
- Long-winded conversations
- Gloomy weather
- Corrupt parents
- Being hounded about her personal life
- Getting corrected by somebody younger
- Cartoons
- Spicy food
ambitions:
- Protect her children because...well, hell..what mother wouldn't?
abilities:
- Giving advice
- Able to keep calm
- Emotional resilience
secrets:
- Doubting her judgement
- Still dwelling on the loss of Harry
- Fears losing Charlie and her children
personality: What is a measure of a woman? Her actions, her words; though those things are surely a part of the measurement, a woman is many things, lover, mother, protector, daughter, all of which provide a certain sanity and secure a place of existences on the hearts of plenty. Like many women, she is a mixture of these things, whether it is good or bad. To begin with, she is very much an intellectually stimulating being. The girl fails to see stupidity as a way of life; honestly pick up a damn book. Illiteracy disgusts her. She takes pride in her education, never sparing an opportunity to flaunt her knowledge. She is, after all, a prodigy. However, this is one aspect of herself that she does not brag about. Why not, if one was ever so gifted would it not be of habit to go on unsparingly about such an event? To be very frank, she always loathed the fact when teachers came to know of her abilities, for they used it to propel her to this pedestal upon which she had to stand. It was simpler to just be exemplary in her pursuit of academia and not be questioned with her abilities, and the never-ending questions of balding middle aged men.
Calling her stubborn is just the tip of the ice berg, I suppose it is a common trait with all of Uley children. She is a very opinionated woman and will stop at nothing to soften her head strong ideas. With an attitude of righteousness, it is a rarity to catch her wrong or misinformed, which has also contributed to her subtly inflated ego and arrogance. She is very much self-reliant, never the one to ask for help and definitely not the one to ask for directions. Having the sharpest of tongues, she will have you reeling after her swift whip of eloquently flowing language; even tossing in a few archaic words. She was always the girl who would make a witty remark at any given opportunity, resulting in many tempestuous things. For those who dared to go against her, a smirk would be planted on her face as the factory of sarcasm and carefully worded insults began.
With her quick wit and intelligence, it was no wonder that she had gathered some arrogance along the way. She’ll admit it, she has a healthy ego the size of Europe, but for good reason; she is not all talk when it comes to most things. She’s fairly attractive and her writing is impeccable. She knows she is better than most, though some would argue that, but it would not matter, they were wrong, it was as simple as that. However, because of that ‘holier than thou’ attitude she has sporting for as long as she can remember has made her very cold towards others and lower being. She comes off as a very reserved person and very unimpressed with many people she meets, silently tearing them down with a few looks of disdain.
She is known to fear nothing, to be very truthful, she still has to find something that scares the living daylights out of her. With a lack of fear come a lack of tact and an influx of utter recklessness. Careless was the manner she played the best, it gave her a sense of adventure in the echelons of high society. Adrenaline was such a beautiful hormone. She was never the one to sweet coat the truth, did that ever help anyone get over the truth hidden in the diabetes? No it really didn’t. Why hide from the cold cut truth? It annoyed her to bits that people preferred the softer side of things, like getting eased down into the six foot deep hole, in a coffin while still alive. As she saw it, it was better to tell the truth risking the factor of hurting the person you are telling
"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~
~Carlisle Cullen~
mother: Charlotte Hewes, Sixty, Retired
father: Jonathan Uley, Fifty-nine, Retired
siblings: Lucas Uley, Thirty-five, Retired
others:
Harry Clearwater, Deceased, Husband
Leah Clearwater, Twenty-two, Daughter
Seth Clearwater, Seventeen, Son
Emily Uley, Thirty-one, Niece
Mirabelle Uley, Fifty-seven, Aunt
Thomas Uley, Forty-seven, Cousin
Joshua Uley, Forty-nine, Cousin
Ellen Uley, Forty-five, Cousin
Sam Uley, Twenty-nine, Nephew
Michael Clearwater, Forty, Brother-in-law
Elizabeth Clearwater, Thirty-seven, Sister-in-law
Peter Clearwater, Sixty, Father-in-law
Julia Littlesea, Sixty-one, Mother-in-law
history: She was born on April 17, 1969 in La Push to Jonathan Uley and Charlotte Hewes, and she was a fourth generation Uley with too many family members to keep track of. Originally, she had been a sweet girl that didn't have a care in the world. That was...until her brother, Lucas, came along. As normal siblings do, they fought like cats and dogs. For several years, she was happy with the knowledge that she had two parents that loved her and a brother that would have given his life to protect her, granted he was rather annoying at times. In her early teens, she began to notice Harry Clearwater. Like most girls with crushes, she watched him like a hawk, her eyes sparkling like stars.
Around fifteen, he began to court her with her parents' permission. It took a year before she allowed him to get her into the bedroom. During that first night of intimacy, their daughter, Leah, was conceived. Once Harry had found out, he got her parents to give their permission so he could take her hand in marriage. Refusing to make her wait or allow the child to be born out of wedlock, the ceremony was held three months after the engagement had been announced. The ceremony was small, despite the large size of their separate families. Six months later, after her seventeenth birthday had come and gone, Leah was born.
When Leah was five, Seth was born. Both Harry and Sue agreed unanimously that two kids was enough. After a couple more years had passed, Sue met Bella as she visited her father. Soon enough, the childhood visits ended, and she watched as Charlie slowly but surely fell apart. She felt bad for the man, but she couldn't do much with two children to raise and a husband to stand beside as he held his spot as one of the tribe elders. Without much complaint, she fell into a pattern of cooking, cleaning, and taking care of her family. It was clear that Seth was the softer of her two children, her diamond in the rough, so to speak.
When Bella was a teen, no older than her daughter, Leah, she came to a dinner with her father that she had hosted. The guests were the Swans, the Clearwaters, the and the Blacks. Being the woman she was, she made the dinner and cleared up afterward, all the while teasing Harry about his dietary habits and trying to get him to eat something that was actually healthy. A few months later, she was devastated when she had heard the news. Not only had her children both turned into werewolves but her beloved Harry had a fatal heart attack. Not wanting to lose complete control over her life, she did her best to stay strong for her children and all those around her. Of course, she had taken her late husband's seat as one of the elders then not long after, she was attending Bella's wedding while sticking close to either her son or Billy Black the whole time.
A month or so after becoming an elder, she went to the storytelling circle. Another month passed, and her children were off to aid in the battle with the newborn vampires. Her mind was kept at ease as each status update came via phone, letting her know how the battle was progressing and how her children were faring. When they came back, they had another issue arise. Bella was pregnant with the child of a le--..vampire. The council respected Sue's decisions when it came to dealing with the issue. Billy Black, Old Quil, and Sam made sure to visit her frequently after the sudden passing of her husband, although she was certainly more inclined to check up on Charlie rather than allow the others to constantly watch over her.
Slowly but surely, she began to develop feelings for Charlie and although she knew in her heart of hearts that it was wrong, she went to visit him on a cold, December night with dinner in hand. For the first time since her husband's death, the robot cracked. Charlie was the one there to comfort her in her time of need, which only made her feelings grow stronger. When Christmas rolled around, she spent the night wrapped up in Charlie's arms. There were murmurings rising around and for once, she could have honestly said that she cared less. A year after Renesemee's birth, Charlie and Sue publicly announced their relationship, although it was obvious to most. Billy and Charlie sadly began to grow apart because of their relationship.
Sue felt responsible, but she didn't ever act upon this sense of guilt. The next two years or so went on in bliss, and she could feel the strain of her old live simply washing away. She had fallen hard for the law keeper known as Charlie Swan, and she knew there was no going back. Of course, she didn't want to go back to the old life. Charlie made her feel like the weight of the world no longer rested upon her shoulders. All considering, it was a welcoming relief. After several years of working like a dog and keeping the needs of others above her own, she was finally deciding to be selfish for a change.
"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~
~Esme Cullen~
player: Brenda
age: Seventeen
member title: Human
password: PURE
anything else: Nope.
rp sample:
She was tired, but she wasn't about to admit it. Everybody teased that her children had gained their stubborn nature from their mother. All she could do was agree with them. After all, what mother would deny their children getting such a unique trait from themselves? Of course, this wasn't to say that the trait was unique but rather, the way they applied it to their lives was unique. Involuntarily, her mind drifted toward her late husband, Harry Clearwater. After his death, it felt like the world had stopped spinning but for the sake of those around her, no matter how much it pained her to pretend that everything was alright, despite the fact he was no longer with her, she had barreled on with her life without any hesitation.
Now, she was dating Charlie, the one man that had the ability to make her heart soar and the rest of her troubles simply melt away. Even though she loved him, she wasn't quite ready to broach the subject of getting remarried let alone consider it, no matter how much her children claimed she deserved her own slice of heaven. For her, being the simple woman that she was, she had her slice of heaven when she was enveloped in the man's arms. Even without the ring, his last name, or a marriage certificate, she was his for as long as he chose to have her. Certainly, the situation wasn't easy, but she was still taking life by the horns and riding the waves like a surfer hyped up on steroids. It was then that her dark eyes opened to gaze up toward the dim lighting that filtered down from the ceiling light. The familiar but gentle pressure of Charlie's body curled next to hers calmed her frayed nerves and lulled her into a secure state of mind.
Stirring lightly, she sat up as her tremulous fingers dragged the sheets toward her chest. It was a feeble attempt to make herself partially decent, even if only for a little while. Knowing him and his job, he would be up and about soon to get ready for work, which meant she would need to drag her own lazy bum out of the bed and return home. Ah, how she dreaded the trip back. With a sigh of resignation, she glanced briefly toward the clothing that she had set out and folded the previous night. It was odd, readjusting to the fact that she was now in the bed of a man that wasn't Harry and surprisingly enough, the tribe either turned a blind eye or simply gave into the fact that she was old enough to make her own decisions, live her life the way she wanted to live it without the decisions being made for her. Shrugging it off, she allowed her eyes to fully adjust before sliding off of the bed and tugging on her robe.
Slow movements brought her to the kitchen as she prepared the coffee. If nothing else, the aromatic scent and the simplistic use of her hands would help to shake away whatever exhaustion remained. She felt like a traitor, for all intents and purposes. That small part of her that continually nagged that the man in the room was supposed to be Harry, not Charlie. She fought that feeling time and time again, determined to come to terms with the fact that her late husband wasn't coming back, that she'd never again get to tease him about his dietary habits. Still, Charlie had yet to move from the bed. Wandering back toward the bedroom, she continually nudged his side as a bemused expression crossed the tanned features of her face.
"Come on, sweetie. Coffee is brewin'." She crooned to him as her hand lowered to gently brush her fingertips along his face. He was an interesting sort and for the time being, he was hers. This thought in itself made her soul soar, making for an ecstatic woman, although she kept the jubilation to herself, unwilling to break the strong facade that had been in place for the majority of her life. Based upon outward appearance, it might seem as if she could take on the world and still stand tall but on the inside, it was another story entirely. As far as she could tell, only Charlie knew the truth, and she planned to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could.
Now, she was dating Charlie, the one man that had the ability to make her heart soar and the rest of her troubles simply melt away. Even though she loved him, she wasn't quite ready to broach the subject of getting remarried let alone consider it, no matter how much her children claimed she deserved her own slice of heaven. For her, being the simple woman that she was, she had her slice of heaven when she was enveloped in the man's arms. Even without the ring, his last name, or a marriage certificate, she was his for as long as he chose to have her. Certainly, the situation wasn't easy, but she was still taking life by the horns and riding the waves like a surfer hyped up on steroids. It was then that her dark eyes opened to gaze up toward the dim lighting that filtered down from the ceiling light. The familiar but gentle pressure of Charlie's body curled next to hers calmed her frayed nerves and lulled her into a secure state of mind.
Stirring lightly, she sat up as her tremulous fingers dragged the sheets toward her chest. It was a feeble attempt to make herself partially decent, even if only for a little while. Knowing him and his job, he would be up and about soon to get ready for work, which meant she would need to drag her own lazy bum out of the bed and return home. Ah, how she dreaded the trip back. With a sigh of resignation, she glanced briefly toward the clothing that she had set out and folded the previous night. It was odd, readjusting to the fact that she was now in the bed of a man that wasn't Harry and surprisingly enough, the tribe either turned a blind eye or simply gave into the fact that she was old enough to make her own decisions, live her life the way she wanted to live it without the decisions being made for her. Shrugging it off, she allowed her eyes to fully adjust before sliding off of the bed and tugging on her robe.
Slow movements brought her to the kitchen as she prepared the coffee. If nothing else, the aromatic scent and the simplistic use of her hands would help to shake away whatever exhaustion remained. She felt like a traitor, for all intents and purposes. That small part of her that continually nagged that the man in the room was supposed to be Harry, not Charlie. She fought that feeling time and time again, determined to come to terms with the fact that her late husband wasn't coming back, that she'd never again get to tease him about his dietary habits. Still, Charlie had yet to move from the bed. Wandering back toward the bedroom, she continually nudged his side as a bemused expression crossed the tanned features of her face.
"Come on, sweetie. Coffee is brewin'." She crooned to him as her hand lowered to gently brush her fingertips along his face. He was an interesting sort and for the time being, he was hers. This thought in itself made her soul soar, making for an ecstatic woman, although she kept the jubilation to herself, unwilling to break the strong facade that had been in place for the majority of her life. Based upon outward appearance, it might seem as if she could take on the world and still stand tall but on the inside, it was another story entirely. As far as she could tell, only Charlie knew the truth, and she planned to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could.
"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~
~Rosalie Hale~
made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight series
copyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH.
